Whenever you read a story that starts "A friend of a friend..." you know the author is in trouble. Well, this time I'm the author and may or may not be in trouble.
A friend of a friend of mine had a motorcycle he no longer wanted. So, today I purchased a 1957 Triumph Tiger Cub (specific model and year still to be validated). My friend's neighbor had it in his back yead. He owned the bike and rode it when it was near-new. I don't think it has been started for a decade... or two. He was inclined to take it apart and sell it as parts but I need a hobby and talked him into selling it to me with the thoughts of rehabilitating it and eventually putting it back on the road.
Pictures as soon as I get it home.